They don’t rent rooms to cry in

There’s rooms you can rent to fuck in, but it’s not enforced. You can do much more than fuck in those rooms. Maybe cry.

At a certain age, I got a place I could cry all I wanted in. Then someone else moved in and now I can’t really cry anywhere. I also can’t chemically cry.

I bet people would pay good money for a small room where you could cry all you wanted; scream and punch the walls. Investors would be worried people would use it for fucking. I would say, people are going to fuck wherever they want. They don’t need permission. Sometimes, they prefer if they don’t have permission. It does something for them.

In Japan they have rooms where you can sing Karaoke. How do they prevent people from fucking in them? They must have cameras.

If I had a small, 1m x 1m room, I would sit on the floor and cry all I want. Maybe even get a chair in there.

When I feel like crying, it’s like there’s something stuck in the outer layer of my lungs. A membrane tries to choke me. It doesn’t know who it’s dealing with. I’m huge. A membrane is not enough to bring me down.

It feels like I’m trying to get through a crowded convention floor. Each step I take makes the air around me thicker, and the space around me smaller. A should rubs up agains my elbow. I hit someone with a soft fist by accident.